Warren
I come awake with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg flooding my nose. My mind is struggling to remember where I am and what happened and then, all of a sudden, it comes flooding back. I met her, my mate. Yara.
I jolt, ready to sit up quickly, to make sure she’s still here, but Arric holds me steady.
‘Easy, Warren. You’ll wake her up,’ he says, practically purring in my mind.
I open my eyes and see her with her head on the edge of my bed, fast asleep. Whether it is Arric or just my instincts, my hand is in her hair, gently rubbing her head while she sleeps.
She’s sitting in a chair, leaned over the bed, and she looks terrible uncomfortable. I look down at my leg and realize that she must have finished putting my bones together while I was asleep, having also sewn my leg closed an
